quiet river

11 am

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Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. When it’s his day off of work and he can finally spend his day with you, what he likes the most to do right after he wakes up is a shower. With you of course. He likes to watch as the water runs down from your hair to your back and down your legs. He likes to wrap a towel around you and then dry your hair with another. He likes the way your eyes scrunches when hair tickles your face.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. The clouds are the clearest in that time of the day and it’s the best time to go jogging. He likes to have you running ahead of him to have an eye on you (and to look at your butt but you didn’t hear this). He has his favorite route and you already know the way.  The bridge is your final destination but you like to lay down on the grass right before it. The quiet sounds of the river, the singing birds, the sounds of people passing on bikes or just a group of friend chatting happily. It’s all so calming and so much better when he knows you’re there. Right next to him.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. He can lie down on the grass in your garden while you hang washed clothes outside because it will dry better, it’s summer after all. He would wear only shorts and sunglasses. You would steal glances at him thinking if he would help you. Clearing your throat you finally got his attention and he got the message, whining like a little child he would stand up and maybe actually help you. But it would end up with a slapping-each-other-with-wet-clothes war.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. The convenience store gets a brew of fresh pastry at that time. Ice cream also tastes the best at this time but nor any of you know how is it possible. The store has a place where you can sit (most of the time old grandmas sit there and gossip about everything and nothing) and it has a big umbrella so you can comfortably sit in the shadow and not worry about getting sunburnt. The occasional summer wind is lightly hitting your face as you enjoy the cold refreshment.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. When he have to do a paperwork he would ask you to come with him to the balcony and give him a company. He would do the work and you would read a book because what else you can do there, right. But you don’t mind. You would leave after a while to make a fresh juice for both of you and when you come back Taehyung switched his sitting place and is now sitting at your spot. But you already know he doesn’t mean “go sit somewhere else” but “I want to sit next to you” because he needs an inspiration and you beside him is more than that. So you would lie on his lap, your book forgotten, but the with the new view you can’t complain.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. Sometimes when he walks down the stairs, he would find you in front of the television doing yoga with a perfect ponytail. Sometimes when he walks down the stairs, he would find you sitting at the table in front of the television watching the news while cutting vegetables with messy hair and dirty shirt on. But no matter how you look when he first lays his eyes on you at the morning, he would always come to you with a morning kiss, stealing your breath away.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. When it’s super hot in summer he likes to jump into the pool right after he wakes up. It wakes him up. Once he’s satisfied he would walk out not planning to stay out of the pool for a long time. He would search for you and once he finds you in the bathroom brushing your hair, he would pick you up, your legs automatically rounding his waist. You shriek from the wetness of his body and ask him what is he doing but he would cheekily smile at you and say nothing. When you realized what’s his plan you immediately tried to escape from his hold but no success. You ended up still in your clothes in the pool with Tae jumping right behind you.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. The rays of sun shining through closed jalousies hits your skin just right. He loves waking up with the feeling that you are in his arms. That you’re safe. He loves to run his fingers from your face to your neck, stopping there for a little bit to admire the blossoming purple flowers that he personally implanted here, to your back, watching as goosebumps appeared there because of his touch. But where he loves to run his fingers the most is through yours. He loves to hold your hand because it feels like a home.

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(eh. not sure if this turned out how you wanted but… I ended up just kinda taking the idea and running with it 😅)


“I’m telling you, this is a dumb idea.”

With little effort, Adrien ignores the voice coming out of his shirt’s pocket as he runs along Rue de Passy. He’s used to it by now. No matter how much Camembert he gives to appease his kwami, Plagg has proven time and time again that nothing will ever stop him from voicing his bluntly worded opinions.

Taking a left turn at an intersection, Adrien continues on as though no one had spoken. Despite the loud whirs of cars passing, his shallow huffs of air and pounding heart are the only sounds he can focus on as he dashes towards their agreed meeting place up ahead.

To avoid setting an easy pattern for the paparazzi to follow, the locations for the start of their patrols never repeat themselves more than once over a sequence of five. His Lady always had the best ideas.

“Why do I even bother with you humans?” Plagg laments to himself, sliding further down into Adrien’s pocket.

“It’s not like you ever take other people’s advice either,” Adrien hisses out of the corner of his mouth.

“It’s no wonder you were chosen for me,” the creature sighs. “Nature likes playing cruel tricks.”

“Stop being overdramatic,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“Another shared trait,” Plagg says. Yawning, he adds, “Well, good luck. It’s not like I can stop you anyways.”

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Fast Cars and Freedom

Word Count: 3351

Warnings: Language, nudity, minor character death(s)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N Singer)

Italics indicate flashback

A/N: Inspired by the song Rascal Flatts Fast Cars and Freedom (watch here). I have been listening to some older, better country lately and this has been nagging at me for awhile now. I have plans to turn this into a series if y’all are interested. Thank you so much to @death2thevirgin who was my amazing beta for this!

The party had been a success and we were both tired. I had just brushed my teeth, getting ready for bed when I walked back into our bedroom and my heart stopped at the sight before me; sitting at her small vanity table, removing her makeup, not like she needs it. Twenty years later, she still takes my breath away.  I leaned up against the door jamb, just watching her, enamored by the vision of her. Memories flooded my mind, like a dam breaking.


I was fifteen years old when Dad dropped us off with Bobby for a few days. Sammy was only eleven and didn’t understand why Dad was gone so much. I did my best to explain it to him, but he was just a kid and didn’t get it. He just knew he missed Dad.

Our Dad was a mechanic for a trucking company in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. A few times a year he would have to travel to pick up a big rig that broke down. He didn’t like leaving us ever since Mom died, but he didn’t have much choice. The job paid well and we had Bobby to keep watch over us while Dad was gone.

We went about our daily routine, breakfast, school, homework, chores. Bobby owned a garage and salvage yard, on a large plot of land with a few animals and there was no shortage of work to be done.

Y/N was Bobby’s daughter. She was less than a year younger than me and more often than not, she and I were left in charge of Sam when Bobby was working out in the shop. We got along well since the first day, discovering we had a lot in common and she adored Sammy. That was enough in my book.

The phone rang just as we were finishing up supper. As a general rule, Bobby didn’t allow phone calls during meals, but while Dad was gone, he made an exception so we could talk to him. Once Bobby gave his nod of nearly imperceptible nod of approval, I jumped out of my chair so fast it almost tipped over and ran to the phone.

“Dad!” I exclaimed as I answered the phone. Only the voice on the other end wasn’t Dad.

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You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging, leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.
—  Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow to the Sea
“Enough with the sass.” A Bellamy Blake drabble imagine

You have always been really sassy. It was just your thing. It’s what Bellamy loved about. But right now he was more worried about being lost in the woods with you right now. You were on the verge of a panic attack but found a small pond as you walked over. Bellamy grabbed your shoulder.

“Um get off?” You sassed with a wave of your hand. Bellamy groaned. 

“Fine but when a river monster rips off your hand-”
“Ah yes I am quiet familiar with the river monster. His name is Phil! You should meet him!” You sassed loudly. Bellamy glared at you as you wiped your hands on your pants. Running hands through your hair nervously. He knew that after your run in with grounders that you were’t comfortable with being lost. He sighed as looked around.

“Okay…we’re lost-”

“Oh we are?! I couldn’t tell!” 
“Enough with the sass (Y/n)!” He barked as you recoiled. He didn’t mean to make you scared of him. He was just stressed and deep down you knew that. You huffed as you went over and sat on a rock near the water. You plopped down and took off your shoes. The heat was getting to you and you knew that the water was cold enough to bring you comfort. Bellamy watched you walk away and silently cursed him. He threw his head back as he looked up at the scorching sun. He walked over to you. 

“I could punch you right now. You know that right?” 

“But…you won’t. You love me too much.” He smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“….You’re right.” You groaned as he chuckled. Pecking your temple.

“Damn you for being so damn cute.”
“Damn you for being so sassy then princess.”

Night on the town, part 8

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 2954

Warning: Angst

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

One could have heard a pin drop in the silence after Leonard spoke.  He looked up at you expectantly as it took you a moment to process how everything had just happened.  Your mouth hung open a second just before a bright grin appeared.  Nodding and screaming “yes”, you wrapped your arms around his neck.  Everyone gathered cheered and clapped.  You could hear Jim hooting and whistling behind where you stood, but you were busy kissing Leonard.  He pulled back to look at you with the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face.

“You really mean it?” You answered with a quiet laugh and a nod.

“Yes.  I want to marry you, Leonard.”  He kissed you again in his excitement, while the group around you had started to disperse.  While they were all happy for you, they wanted to start their leaves.  Leonard slipped his arm around your waist holding you tightly to his side.  As you descended from the docking ramp he kissed your forehead pulling his bag over his free shoulder.  He did not want to let you too far from him.  Both of you smiling like fools in your shared happiness.  “I can’t believe you have been hiding that from me, Leonard. I was starting to worry.”

“You have nothing to worry about darlin’.  I would have asked you to marry me that first night if I wouldn’t have scared you away. You took my breath away from the first time I saw you in that bar turning Jim down for a dance.  I feel like the luckiest man alive right now, [Y/N].”  Just by the look on his face, you knew he meant every word.  

The shuttle ride to Georgia was pleasant other than Leonard and his flight anxiety.  One would think that after all the time he spent on the Enterprise that his anxiety would have decreased.  With larger ships, it had gotten better, but he was about to crawl out of his skin with a smaller craft.  Several times you had to kiss him to distract him before he tried breaking out one of the windows and jumping out.  By the time the shuttle landed he ran out of the doors first breathing deeply.  “Bout damn time, thought that thing was never going to land.”  

You laughed as left the shuttle, both bags in your arms.  “Leonard, what am I going to do with you?”  

He looked over at you with a smirk, “I can think of a few things but we better not be late or Momma will be after us both.”  Leonard grabbed both bags leading you towards the exit.  The ride to the McCoy home was beautiful.  Georgia was so green and pretty.  You could not stop smiling as you stared out the window.  When you pulled up to the old southern home his mother was standing on the porch waiting.  Her salt and pepper hair was pulled up into a loose bun on top of her head with tendrils falling down around her face.  Her light blue dress moved with the Georgia breeze.

“Well look at you two. You are a sight, that’s for sure. Leonard hun you get up here and give me a hug.”  He smiled as he embraced his mother tight.

“It’s good to see you, momma. We are glad to be here.  This is my… well my fiancée now, [Y/N].  [Y/N] this is my mother, Margaret.”  You held out your hand to her but she grabbed it and pulled you into a tight hug.

“We hug here, my dear. Especially if you are going to be a McCoy.  I’m so happy. Leonard, you sure picked a pretty one, smart too.  Another doctor.  I hope that means you will be givin’ me more smart grandbabies.”  Blushing brightly, you wiped the hair out of your face. “Come on you two, I got dinner waiting on ya.”  

You couldn’t remember the last time you had a home cooked meal.  It was wonderful and felt like a family.  Margaret asked many questions of you.  She wanted to know all about the woman who was going to be her new daughter in law.  There was a lot of laughter as all three of you told stories and jokes.  It was wonderful hearing how Leonard was a child. Before the mess that his ex-wife had created within him.  Joanna was due to arrive in two days much to the happiness of Leonard and Margaret. Jocelyn kept Joanna away from her grandmother as much as she did her father.

While you were nervous to meet Joanna, you were also excited for Leonard.  He talked about her all the time and missed her terribly.  He was just as excited to see her as he was to get engaged.  Bringing together the three most important people together made him happier than you had ever seen.  Not once did he sound out of sorts as he had often on the Enterprise.  Leonard was home.

After two helpings, a piece, of peach cobbler, you and Leonard finally were able to go to sleep. Both of you completely exhausted had slept well into the morning until the aroma of fresh coffee woke you.  You pulled on loose shorts and a tee shirt, something you had not worn in ages.  Real clothes, not just uniforms.  Leonard was still sleeping like the dead, so you left him to follow the delicious scent.  Margaret was there reading, a cup of coffee sitting beside her.  “Morning dear.  Want a cup and some breakfast?”  Nodding you took a seat at the table.  

“Thank you.  Want a hand?”

“Oh no, you sit and rest. You and my boy there I know work too hard.  Enjoy your time off.   I like having people to cook for.”  She reminded you a lot of your grandmother.  Her and your grandfather had raised you since you were a baby after both your parents were killed during a battle with the Klingons.  You talked for a while about your life in Maine and about the family you had left.  It was easy to talk to her, that must be where Leonard got it from.  Margaret was a good listener and knew how to draw people out of their shells.  Just like she was now with you.

Leonard finally woke a couple hours later starving and ready to start the day.  He ate the large plate of food his mother made him then brought you on a hike to show you his home.  The woods and the trees were bright and peaceful with the river that ran the back edge of the forest.  You sat there together for a while enjoying the quiet.  The river was cool as you walked the edge with your bare feet.  You found several pretty water smoothed stones that you picked up as Leonard watched from the shoreline laughing quietly. “More rocks for your collection?”

“Yes, actually.  I need to make sure my bags are nice and heavy for you to lug back to the ship.”  He laughed louder leaning back on his hands, his legs out in front of him.

“I knew it!  I knew you loaded those bags with rocks.”  Picking up the three you liked most you ran back to him throwing yourself into his lap.  A sweet kiss turned into something much more.  Before too long you were both screaming out the others names as your bodies moved together in ecstasy.  As you put your clothes back on Leonard could not take his eyes off you. “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“We get to spend the rest of our lives together.  Don’t forget that.”  The rest of the day and into the next you soaked up as much time as you could together. Later in the evening, Joanna arrived with her mother.  Jocelyn did not stay long and she barely looked at you other than to give you a look of irritation.  Joanna was sweet and was genuinely happy to be with her father and grandmother.  You could understand her shyness towards you as being a new person.  You tried to stay out of their way as they all bonded.  Leonard would bring you into the conversation and after a little while, Joanna would start to talk more to you.  

Leonard had asked to wait to tell Joanna about the engagement.  He wanted the time to spend with her then let her know the good news. It was easy to understand his motives. He did not want to throw such an important thing on her right away.  The next few days were spent letting Leonard and Margaret get to know who Joanna was now. You stayed on the sidelines for most of it.  Watching and supporting them as you could.  Though it felt like you were being pushed further to the sides with every passing hour.  By the third day, you had barely spoken to Leonard the whole day.  Joanna wanted to go swimming and begged Leonard for just “daddy/daughter time” down at the river.  You encouraged them to go on that you were tired and wanted to nap.

It was not a lie.  You were exhausted from the constant busy days and honestly from the emotions that were starting to arise.  There were no longer conversations with Joanna and you. Anytime you would speak to her, the answers were short bordering on curt.  At first, you tried to pass it off as shyness but at the end of the week, she had progressed to completely to ignoring you.  Leonard noticed but until you said something to him he had not mentioned it.

“She has been through a lot since the divorce.  Joanna is a sweet kid she is just trying to figure things out.  I know it will get better.  Give it time, okay?”  You sighed but agreed.  There was nothing left in you to argue.  So you let it be, going out of your way to be as nice as possible to her and stay out of her way.  It did not get better, quite the contrary it got much worse.  Joanna became much more upset anytime you would talk to Leonard and would inject herself into all your conversations trying to take his attention off you and direct it back to her.  

You were crying alone in the bedroom when Leonard came in.  Trying to keep him from seeing you, wiped your face and sat up to look over at him. “Darlin’ what’s the matter?”

“Nothing… I’m all right, just tired.”  Clearing your throat, you adjusted your position on the bed.

“Look I know she is being a little difficult.  I’m sorry it will get better.  We should probably wait on telling her about the engagement just a little while longer. We don’t want to upset her and I just want to spend the time with my baby girl.  It’s been so long.”   You felt awful inside, here you were taking time away from Leonard and Joanna.  

“Go spend the time with her Leonard.  I know we don’t have much time left here.  It’s fine.  I promise.” He smiled, kissing your forehead before going off to find her.  The next day Joanna was sitting at the table with Leonard and her grandmother having lemonade.  Margaret offered you a glass which you happily accept, taking a seat in between her and Joanna.  As you sat Joanna got up and walked out the door grumbling “I don’t want to sit next to her.”

Leonard looked at you and the tears in your eyes, confused.  “[Y/N], did you say something or do something that upset her?  I don’t understand why she is acting like this.” His question completely floored you.

“Leonard, I have barely spoken to her.  She ignores me if I am anywhere around.”  The tears turned into crying.  He honestly thought you had done something to upset his daughter.  “You know what, it doesn’t matter.  I am not feeling well.  I am going to go lay down.”  He did not try to stop you nor did he try to say another word.   He merely watched you retreat back up to the bedroom.  You fell asleep crying late into the night.  When you woke the next morning you noticed the bed was cold.  Leonard never came to bed.

You had a feeling he slept down on the couch and did not want to disturb him or anyone else.  The kitchen was empty and quiet.  So you poured yourself a cup of coffee and went to sit on the front porch watching the sun come up.  So many thoughts were running through your mind and you were unsure how to fix any of it.  Lost in your own thoughts you did not hear Joanna walkup.

“You need to go away.” The little voice startled you, so much that you did not hear what she said.

“I’m sorry?”  You looked over to her as you set the mug down. Looking more upset she crossed her arms in front of her.

“You need to go away and leave my dad alone.  He doesn’t need you.”  It felt like a slap in the face.  You weren’t sure how to respond.  “Just go away.  I don’t want you here and I don’t want you marrying my dad.”

“Joanna I don’t understand. I haven’t done anything to you.  I very much want to get along with you.  Your dad loves you so much and I love him.”  You tried to reason with her, but you could see in her eyes it was not going to work.

“You aren’t my mom and I don’t want you to be.  I hate you and I will tell my dad you hurt me if you don’t leave.  You know he will believe me over you.”  She laid it all out.  For eleven years old she was smart and knew the art of blackmail already.  The sad part was she was completely right, Leonard would believe every word she said.  He had already accused you of upsetting Joanna before without a thought to how well he knew you.  She stood there staring at you with anger and hate all over her face and it broke your heart. You sniffed as the tears fell, getting up from the chair you walked past her without another look.

There were not much of your belongings to pack.  You had only brought one bag with you, so you were done within ten minutes.  Leonard walked in as you zipped up the bag, looking as though he just woke up with the unshaven face and hair going every which way. “What are you doing?  You going somewhere?”

You had dreaded this conversation but knew you had to do it before you left.  “I’m going to Maine.  See my grandfather before leave is over and I have to decide what I am going to do after that.”

“You’re going without me? We aren’t supposed to go for another few days [Y/N].  What’s going on?”  The tears were back though you did not stop them this time.

“I need to go Leonard. I shouldn’t be here.  Your daughter despises me and you already think I did something to upset her.  I can’t stand in between you and her.”  He walked up to you grabbing your arm lightly.

“You aren’t leaving. I love you.  We will figure something out.  I’ll talk to Joanna, make her see how amazing you are.  I’ll fix it.“ Leonard looked desperate.  You shook your head, looking up at him.

“Who would you believe if Joanna said I hurt her?”  Leonard paused looking down at you, turning the question in his mind.  The conflict in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.  You leaned up to kiss his cheek.  “This has been the best time of my life with you.  Goodbye Leonard.”  Once again he did not try to stop you.  He sat on the bed and cried.

The shuttle trip to Maine was difficult.  Between you crying, and the turbulent ride you were sick to your stomach by the time you landed.  Your grandfather met you as you arrived and refrained from asking questions when he saw your pale complexion.  He merely hugged you close and ushered towards the car.  Once you had gotten into the house and you brought your bag upstairs to your old room.  He hadn’t changed it since you left for medical school all those years ago. Overwhelming exhaustion hit, forcing you to curl up in bed.  You pulled your old stuffed animal close and fell asleep.

When you woke up hours later you were starving and desperately needed a big glass of tea.  Grandpa had made dinner, your favorite scallops, and pasta. He watched you inhale the meal without a word.  Once you finished your second plate and two glasses of tea he finally broke the silence.

“You going to tell me what’s going on, my girl?  Why are you here and your young man isn’t?”  Setting the glass down you looked at him, giving him a sad smile.  The story just fell out of your mouth in a rush.  Every painful detail came out that you had bottled up since Joanna had first arrived. Everything up until you arrived here alone.  Now there was so much more to think about.  “You don’t know what you want to do now, do you?”  

“No grandpa, I don’t. I don’t know if I can go back to the Enterprise when leave is over.  Especially now.”  He looked confused.

“What do you mean, especially now?”  Leaning back in the chair you picked at the food that was left on your plate.

“I’m pregnant, grandpa.”

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